Today marks my thirtieth birthday. I will have much more to say about that in a separate post. Tomorrow marks the thirty-eighth anniversary of Roe v. Wade, and throughout this nation, there are rallies being held to celebrate the freedom to "choose." I am one of the lucky ones. Rallies are being held to celebrate the fact that a full third of my generation and a full third of the generation behind me has perished at the abortionists' hands. And the thing is, I know that I have mattered. I have loved and been loved. I have made a difference to people. And I was a choice? That is not pride speaking; it is a matter of fact common to all living people. But, to NARAL and others, I was just a choice. Maybe someday they can explain, what do they mean by choice . . .